PropertyA Poem by Heather Louise ArgibayProperty I am only just your property Your little woman Lost independence, injured and unable No longer self-sustainable But yet I am trainable…. Your maid, Your butler, Your nurse, And Mother But we are No Longer Lovers A possession to be hold, a cherished object to be shown
off Your trophy wife, Always smile, Always look nice Yet I had no dowry, I came from no money, Nor was I
sold Yet why I am I enslaved, trapped, confined and caged? Sequestered to this fine home I help made
I am only just your property
These rooms are my tomb You are the warden, my keeper, and I shall never leave Isolated, disconnected and doomed Another object, bauble, or trinket to place on your
shelf Your personal dolly And you don’t like to share, better to keep me all to your self And now that you hold all the power You hold the bread winning over my head And yet all I can afford to offer is crumbs I am lost, my identity
misplaced My personality has been erased No longer valid, No longer relevant, A washed soulless female form An empty meat sack
I am only just your property © 2017 Heather Louise ArgibayReviews
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